Freddie Gibbs & Madlib - Thuggin’
[Produced by Madlib]
[Sample]
"Somebody warn the west, nigga ain't runnin"
"Somebody, nigga ain't runnin no more"
"The Legend of Nigga in color, rated PG
Parental guidance suggested"
[Intro]
Ugh, yeah, fo' sho'
Niggas be comin at me like, "Yo, yo, yo Fred, man, you a real nigga, dawg, real nigga" (Real nigga)
Gibbs, baby
I be like, "Respect, man" (Respect)
From front to the back
These fake niggas done lowered the bar, you know what I'm sayin'? Ugh
[Verse 1]
Niggas be like "Fred, you ain't never lied"
Fuck the rap shit, my gangsta been solidified
Still do my business on the side
Bitch, if you polices, then pay me no never mind
I was thuggin', black and red laces in my number threes (Ugh)
Take a pull up off the wood and let that motherfucker breathe (Yeah)
Sit outside a buster crib and let that motherfucker leave
Walk his ass back in and put him on his motherfuckin' knees
Thuggin', never takin' no for an answer (Nah)
Might just take a loss, but, bitch, I’d rather take my chances (Ugh)
This liquor got me lurkin' where you live at in the night time (Ugh)
59Fifty to the left, but I'm in my right mind
Thuggin', pants gon' be saggin' til I'm forty
Still lyrically sharper than these Shawt Bus Shawtys
You phonies ain't gon' throw me in this minstrel show (Ugh)
These labels see how far up in they mouth my dick can go
So go on and choke on this meat, throw my song on repeat
Might move away one day, but I'm always gon' belong to the streets
[Chorus]
I'm straight thuggin', ugh
And it feels so good, ugh
And it feels so right
Ugh, yeah, and it feels so good
Ugh, and it feels so right
'Cause, motherfucker, I'm thuggin'
[Verse 2]
Selling you the science of the street rap (Yeah)
Every motherfuckin' show I do is off the meat rack (Ugh)
I done been to jail and did my best not to repeat that (Ugh)
I'm tryin' to feed my family, give a fuck about your feedback
Critically acclaimed but that shit don't mean a thang
When you rocking mics and stealing microwaves, cooking 'caine (Yeah)
Never trickin' on a dame, I'm too cold for you broke hoes
Don't let the knob hit your booty when the door close, bitch
She let me hit it cause I'm thuggin'
Squares need not apply—I'm so fly, I might fuck her cousin
Swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet dick in your sweetheart (Ugh)
Then get some groceries off my geeker EBT card
Why the feds worried 'bout me clocking on this corner (Bitch)
When there's politicians out here getting popped in Arizona?
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm thuggin', bitch
And it feels so good, ugh
And it feels so right, yeah
Yeah, baby, and it feels so good (Yeah, ugh)
And it feels so right, yo, yo
'Cause, motherfucker, I'm thuggin'
[Verse 3]
"We’re not against rappin', we're against those thugs" (Ugh)
Can't be legit when every nigga in your clique sold drugs (Fo' sho')
Predicate felons in my faculty, real killers can vouch for me
Teach a kid at the crib or your children might cop an ounce from me (Ugh) and smoke out in the Chevy with us
Cause in the past, my low-class, black ass would serve my own fucking family members (Ugh)
I hate to say it, ain't no need to be discreet
If she don't cop from me, she get it from a nigga up the street, 'cause he thuggin' (Yeah)
And yo, she'd probably suck his dick for it (Ugh)
She turnt out, so it ain't shit to turn a trick for it (Nasty bitch)
My uncle last bitch put him on the glass dick
Tried to rob a man to feed his habit, he got blasted
I live on borrowed time—my expiration date, I passed it
So lock me up forever, but this shit is everlastin'
[Chorus]
I'm thuggin', huh
And it feels so good, uh
And it feels so right
Ugh, yeah, and it feels so good
Ugh, and it feels so right
'Cause, motherfucker, I'm thuggin, bitch
[Outro: Sample]
"What the shit is this?"
"You got all these dumbass niggas scared of you around here?"
"Just tryin' to make a fool out of me or somethin'?"
"Ayy, fool, look at this damn fool in here!"
"Shit!"
[Sample]
"Somebody warn the west, nigga ain't runnin"
"Somebody, nigga ain't runnin no more"
"The Legend of Nigga in color, rated PG
Parental guidance suggested"
[Intro]
Ugh, yeah, fo' sho'
Niggas be comin at me like, "Yo, yo, yo Fred, man, you a real nigga, dawg, real nigga" (Real nigga)
Gibbs, baby
I be like, "Respect, man" (Respect)
From front to the back
These fake niggas done lowered the bar, you know what I'm sayin'? Ugh
[Verse 1]
Niggas be like "Fred, you ain't never lied"
Fuck the rap shit, my gangsta been solidified
Still do my business on the side
Bitch, if you polices, then pay me no never mind
I was thuggin', black and red laces in my number threes (Ugh)
Take a pull up off the wood and let that motherfucker breathe (Yeah)
Sit outside a buster crib and let that motherfucker leave
Walk his ass back in and put him on his motherfuckin' knees
Thuggin', never takin' no for an answer (Nah)
Might just take a loss, but, bitch, I’d rather take my chances (Ugh)
This liquor got me lurkin' where you live at in the night time (Ugh)
59Fifty to the left, but I'm in my right mind
Thuggin', pants gon' be saggin' til I'm forty
Still lyrically sharper than these Shawt Bus Shawtys
You phonies ain't gon' throw me in this minstrel show (Ugh)
These labels see how far up in they mouth my dick can go
So go on and choke on this meat, throw my song on repeat
Might move away one day, but I'm always gon' belong to the streets
[Chorus]
I'm straight thuggin', ugh
And it feels so good, ugh
And it feels so right
Ugh, yeah, and it feels so good
Ugh, and it feels so right
'Cause, motherfucker, I'm thuggin'
[Verse 2]
Selling you the science of the street rap (Yeah)
Every motherfuckin' show I do is off the meat rack (Ugh)
I done been to jail and did my best not to repeat that (Ugh)
I'm tryin' to feed my family, give a fuck about your feedback
Critically acclaimed but that shit don't mean a thang
When you rocking mics and stealing microwaves, cooking 'caine (Yeah)
Never trickin' on a dame, I'm too cold for you broke hoes
Don't let the knob hit your booty when the door close, bitch
She let me hit it cause I'm thuggin'
Squares need not apply—I'm so fly, I might fuck her cousin
Swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet dick in your sweetheart (Ugh)
Then get some groceries off my geeker EBT card
Why the feds worried 'bout me clocking on this corner (Bitch)
When there's politicians out here getting popped in Arizona?
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm thuggin', bitch
And it feels so good, ugh
And it feels so right, yeah
Yeah, baby, and it feels so good (Yeah, ugh)
And it feels so right, yo, yo
'Cause, motherfucker, I'm thuggin'
[Verse 3]
"We’re not against rappin', we're against those thugs" (Ugh)
Can't be legit when every nigga in your clique sold drugs (Fo' sho')
Predicate felons in my faculty, real killers can vouch for me
Teach a kid at the crib or your children might cop an ounce from me (Ugh) and smoke out in the Chevy with us
Cause in the past, my low-class, black ass would serve my own fucking family members (Ugh)
I hate to say it, ain't no need to be discreet
If she don't cop from me, she get it from a nigga up the street, 'cause he thuggin' (Yeah)
And yo, she'd probably suck his dick for it (Ugh)
She turnt out, so it ain't shit to turn a trick for it (Nasty bitch)
My uncle last bitch put him on the glass dick
Tried to rob a man to feed his habit, he got blasted
I live on borrowed time—my expiration date, I passed it
So lock me up forever, but this shit is everlastin'
[Chorus]
I'm thuggin', huh
And it feels so good, uh
And it feels so right
Ugh, yeah, and it feels so good
Ugh, and it feels so right
'Cause, motherfucker, I'm thuggin, bitch
[Outro: Sample]
"What the shit is this?"
"You got all these dumbass niggas scared of you around here?"
"Just tryin' to make a fool out of me or somethin'?"
"Ayy, fool, look at this damn fool in here!"
"Shit!"
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